(Verse 1)
Came up broke, had to flip that stack,
Now the P's come clean, no need for the trap,
Still got bros that are deep in the field,
On the pitch, no ref, but they play with the steel.
They chat on the net, but they silent in person,
Movin' like fed, tryna snake, that's curtains,
See man flexin', I know that he's hurtin',
Spent his whole rent tryna stunt for a Birkin.
(Pre-Chorus)
Why they talk like they're bad? (Huh?)
Why they lie on my name? (Mad.)
I was down to my last, no handouts, had to grind in the rain.
(Chorus)
I was out tryna double that P,
Now they act like they trouble like me,
Told lil' bro, "Gotta move low-key,"
Cah the feds still watch, gotta duck that scene.
(Verse 2)
She wanna roll with a winner,
Told her come dine, but I ain't no sinner,
Mum said, "Pray, stay close to the Lord,"
But I'm still outside tryna up this figure.
Could’ve been stuck in the system,
Now it's flights OT, get the P, then flip them,
Still independent, labels persistent,
Turned down a deal ‘cause the terms weren't written.
(Bridge)
Cah I move like a boss, no cap, no loss,
Tryna see mills, no Rick, no Ross,
Came from the dirt, now it's clean-cut cloth,
They hate ‘cause they mad that the boy took off.
(Outro)
No fake friends, no loose ends,
I see through snakes and two-faced men,
Told my mum, "We ain't broke no more,"
Now she shop no tags when she walk through stores.